Author's note: My updates had been a little less consistent than usual because I was trying to think of something to make the Heaven tablet not just a throwaway idea. And I found iiiit~ So in theory there shouldn't be any more hiccups. : )

Also, Crowlazar smut at the end~ Ahaha I accidentally a porn. _; But since it's at the end, if you don't want to see it, don't read it. XD

Ch. 20

Kevin emerged from his room wrapped in a black comforter, bearing ink smudges on his cheek and—according to Charlie—was starting to look a little like a ring-wraith. He walked up to Dean and held out the stack of papers with the translations on them. When Dean didn't grab them immediately, he shook them at him, urging him to take them wordlessly. Sam stepped over and took them from him with a small, nervous smile. His task complete, Kevin returned to his room, slamming his door behind him with an understanding that he would maim anyone that disturbed his slumber.

"Dude's a little scary sometimes." Dean mumbled to Sam, who nodded in agreement.

"So I guess we need to get these translations…translated." Sam took in a breath, "I pray to the angel-"

"Hold up, before we go calling to dickbag1 to go get dickbag2, let's see if Gabriel can translate them."

"You really think he can do that?"

"It's worth a shot." Hell, he could manipulate the threads of reality and time, why wouldn't he be able to read cuneiform?

"Alright. I pray to the angel Gabriel, we have the translations from the tablet and were wondering if you could help?"

There was a flutter and the archangel was standing before them with his hand out. Sam placed the papers in the offered hand and Gabriel held them up. He took a look at them and pulled a face as he began going through the pages. "What?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"What's wrong, can you not read it?"

"No, I can read it, but it's a little vague and it lists—not one—but two locations. I mean, my ancient Egyptian is a little rusty, but I get the gist of it. I dunno, maybe get a second opinion."

Dean rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Am I missing something?"

"Our second opinion is Crowley. Can you tell Balthazar to get him here?"

"I can do better than that." Gabriel snapped his fingers, "Done."

Sitting behind him desk and all, was Crowley, with a glass of scotch raised up, ready to take a drink. He stopped mid movement and raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you, boys?"

Gabriel pivoted on his heel and handed the translations to the ex-demon, the pages making a rustling sound. They watched as he made the same expressions that Gabriel had just a few minutes earlier. "Well, good news and bad news. Good news is the indications are fairly simple, bad news is that there are apparently two pieces."

The archangel turned back to Sam and Dean, shrugging. "Sorry fellas. I would have liked to have been wrong. Maybe we'll be lucky and they won't be that hard to find. I doubt it, but stranger things have happened. I should know." He smiled, winking at them.

"So where are they?" Cas spoke up from where he sat on the sofa.

"Long story short," Crowley leaned back, resting his elbows on the armrests of his chair, lacing his fingers together, "someplace hot and someplace cold."

"That's it?"

"Really hot and really cold." Gabriel offered.

"If that's all…" Crowley gave Gabriel a pointed look.

"Right. Class dismissed." Another snap of his fingers and he was gone, back where Gabriel summoned him from.

"Okay, so where does that put us?"

"My guess? The cold is probably Antarctica or something. The hot could be anything from a volcano to the desert. I'm going with desert first because it's easier."

"So we just need to comb every frozen zone and desert on the planet…"

"I feel like they'll have some sort of resonance though. Being angels we can usually pick up on that sort of thing." He made a gesture with his hands.

"We?"

"Yeah! Lucky for you guys is I happen to have free time to help." Gabriel flopped back into an armchair by the sofa, legs crossed at the ankles, leaning his head on his hand.

Cas walked up and stood next to Dean, who wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his side, "What of the war?"

"As of now it's died back down after the initial attack. I don't think they realized how big of a force we had. I also may have sent them a little message to say hello." He said with a sly expression and an eyebrow wiggle. Something about his look made Dean wish that he could have seen whatever the 'message' was, and he also doubted it was little. Gabriel just didn't do little, he was always go big or go home.

Speaking of go big or go home, Dean Winchester was now standing next to a penguin. 'A freaking penguin!' He couldn't help the goofy grin on his face. He didn't think he would ever get used to being an angel. There were plains of snow and ice stretching as far as the eye could see. Another perk of being an angel was that weather extremes no longer bothered him. When Gabriel had grabbed onto and transported them, he had tensed up, expecting to feel the frigid air assaulting his skin. While he could sense the cold, it didn't affect him.

Things got even better when one of the baby penguins seemed to take a liking to Cas and started following him around, waddling after him.

"Dean, this isn't funny!"

Dean put his hands up in a placating gesture, trying to wipe the smile off his face and failing miserably.

Cas took a few steps and the penguin followed again, making a tiny squeaking sound when it stopped and looked up at him. He squinted at the small creature and tilted his head. Which Dean thought was one of the cutest fucking things he had ever seen. Cas made a shooing motion at it that only earned him a reciprocated head tilt and another squeak. Sighing, he decided to ignore it for now because they had more important things to do.

The three of them decided to split up to try and cover more ground.

"How will I know if I'm near it?"

"Trust me, you'll know."

"That's comforting.", Dean mumbled before fluttering off.

Dean had been flying around for about forty minutes when he felt a sharp sensation that punched the breath out of him. He landed abruptly and stumbled before going down to his knees. ''You'll know.' Yeah, no shit.' Shaking his head, he called out to Cas and Gabriel. Upon arriving Gabriel let out a low whistle.

"Man, this thing's got some juice tied to it."

Gabriel started walking around, trying to find the point where the sensation was strongest. Reaching an area in particular he walked on, felt it get slightly weaker and walked back. "This is it I guess. I'm goin' in!"

He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and held his hands in front of him, palms down. Unwinding his grace, he pushed it out through his hands, feeling it burrow down through the snow and ice. The celestial particles slipped further and further down into the frozen depths, the power of the tablet strengthening with every inch. When the fingers of his grace reached the tablet and grasped it, teleporting it to the surface and into his hands he gasped sharply, reeling back on his heels. He vaguely heard Dean call out and grasp his arm to keep him from falling as the jolt of power tore through him like a shot. Touching the tablet felt like holding on to a high voltage wire, but instead of electricity it was filled with holy power. He knew exactly what that sensation was, though it had been thousands of years sense he had last felt it…at least before he had been resurrected. A breathy laugh passed his lips.

"I get it now."

"Get what?" Dean's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. He had no idea what the archangel was talking about and was beginning to worry that he had cracked.

Gabriel brushed his fingers over the etched stone, feeling the power ripple beneath his fingertips. "This one wasn't written by Metatron."

Cas' eyes widened and goose-bumps ran along his skin as the implication of that statement hit home. "You don't mean-"

"Oh yeah. Looks like the Heaven tablet was written by the big guy himself. That explains it being in separate pieces. Prooobably shouldn't let anyone else touch this, by the way." As if on cue, Gabriel shivered involuntarily at the continued presence from the stone. With a snap of his fingers, he encased the tablet half in glass for safety purposes.

When Gabriel had asked Balthazar to go with him to find the other half of the Heaven tablet, he jumped at the opportunity. Not because he was particularly enthused about it, but rather, he needed some distraction.

Over the time he spent with Crowley, it was obvious that there was something there and the tension between them had been building. It burned under every action and it was only a matter of time until it broke, but both Balthazar and Crowley were being stubborn and waiting for the other to cross that line. Each of them would sneak careless touches here and there, maybe lean in and speak just a little too close. For Balthazar, what really tested him was how unaffected Crowley seemed—aside from the dark, lust laced glances. He was always so damn composed.

In one instance of attempting to break his composure, Balthazar wrapped his arms leisurely around Crowley's shoulders from behind, lightly teasing the fingertips of his left hand against his cheek, his eyes crinkled at the corners. For a brief moment Crowley leaned into the touch and relaxed before snapping out of his reverie and swatting at the molesting appendage like it was a gnat. Balthazar simply laughed softly and pulled away, moving out a distance from him and putting his hands in his pockets, his eyes practically twinkling.

As such, he needed a reprieve from his thoughts before he combusted from sexual frustration. What better way to do that than searching for a God touched tablet in the desert. He must say it didn't disappoint either, however; somehow his thoughts had wandered back to the dark haired warlock.

Balthazar: That awkward moment when…

Crowley did a subtle double-take, caught a bit off guard. An attached picture showed an irate looking man in a head wrap with a machete on the back of a camel headed towards the photographer.

Crowley: I take it the tablet hunting is going well, then. What did you take that picture with, a potato?

The response he got made him glare, squinty eyed, at his phone.

Balthazar: You should know, Fergus.

The following statement, however, had him rather intrigued.

Balthazar: But I would like to see you do better riding on the back of a fleeing camel.

He wasn't sure what he expected to get as a response, but that had not been it.

Crowley: Ah, so you've met your spirit animal then, Balty?

On the other end of the world, Balthazar made an indignant noise.

Balthazar: Duck you.

Crowley: Quack quack, love.

Balthazar: Blasted autocor-adsjbg

Balthazar: Like oh em gee u r sooo hawt, we should totally have the se-ak.g.l

Balthazar: Disregard that.

Crowley raised an eyebrow before typing out a reply.

Crowley: What happened there?

Balthazar: Gabriel happened.

Crowley: I thought you were on a camel?

Balthazar: I am. Gabriel is steering.

Now that really had his attention. An archangel and an angel riding on the back of a camel sounded like the set-up for a joke.

Crowley: Pics or it didn't happen. ;P

Crowley tapped his fingers on his large wooden desk while waiting for a response.

Balthazar: Ask and you shall receive…

The picture showed Balthazar in his normal apparel, coupled with a large pair of designer sunglasses with an enthusiastic Gabriel in front of him, his fist punching the air as he egged the furry tan creature to go faster.

Somehow, Crowley didn't think that particular biblical phrase had something like this in mind, but who was he to argue with an angel.

When Balthazar had arrived back at Crowley's house, he sprawled out lazily next to him on his sofa, arms lying on the back of the seat and legs spread, head laid back.

Out of his peripheral, Balthazar could see Crowley rake his eyes over him.

"Like what you see?"

"Possibly." The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk, but he remained otherwise calm at being called out. Which naturally he would, and all Balthazar wanted to do was smash his composure to bits. "Pity I can't do anything about that."

That was it for Balthazar, shredding the last ounce of his patience. He moved in a blink and poised over Crowley, pinning his hands above his head, his thumbs over his pulse points on his wrists. He waited for a beat, feeling his heart-rate build under his skin.

"You may look calm, but your pulse says otherwise."

Crowley let out a panting breath, a smirk on his lips and he suddenly snapped his legs open, causing Balthazar to fall between them. Balthazar's eyes drew wide and his mouth slack.

"There is a fine line between being calm, and aroused, angel." When he said the word aroused it came out as a smooth purr. His tone was steady and didn't tell of how shook up he was, though by now his pulse was skittering under Balthazar's thumbs. "Well? Are you just going to lay there or-"

Crowley was cut off as Balthazar kissed him hard and rough, the levee finally breaking.

Having been a crossroad's demon, he had experienced many kisses. Some of them had been more enthusiastic than others, but never had he been kissed quite like this. He could feel power skimming just below the surface like an impending storm, reminding him that Balthazar was an angel, a soldier. While that may have deterred most, it only bolstered his lust. Crowley moaned softly and it was the first sign that Balthazar had of the crack in his slick façade. Breaking away from the kiss, eyes a thin ring of dark blue around blown pupils, he gave a loose roll of his hips, prying another moan from the man beneath him.

Threading his fingers in Crowley's hair, he gave a sharp snap of his hips, Crowley's jerking against his in response, breath catching in his throat. Pleasure washed over him in a wave and he captured Crowley's mouth in another hungry kiss, tongue delving deep.

Crowley was only aware that Balthazar had moved them when he felt his soft mattress beneath him. Balthazar sat back on his haunches, tossing his jacket off and taking Crowley in, an animalistic glint to his eyes.

Wrapping his arm under his back, he scooped him up into his lap, his thighs straddling his own, dematerializing their clothing into nothingness. Using magic, he slicked up his middle and index finger, pressing them inside him as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. Crowley's fingers gripped his shoulders and he rocked back against his fingers, a growled command of more ghosting across his lips. Adding a third finger he twisted them roughly, dragging a surprised moan out of him. Sloppily preparing him, he removed his fingers and gripped Crowley's hips, raising him up to slide his length inside. He gripped harder as the tight heat closed around his shaft, sending a shudder up his spine. He slid his right hand up his back, tongue laving at his neck as he set a rhythm.

He wasn't disappointed as Crowley met him on each thrust, making unabashed noises, nails dragging down his back and teeth scraping across his sweaty skin. He could see the fire burning in the ex-demon's eyes and felt his own fire answering it.

Pressing him back down against the mattress, his pace became fevered, breath coming out in pants. Crowley's legs were wrapped tight around his waist and he muttered nonsensically before he was driven over the edge, body tensing and lights dancing before his eyes. When Balthazar tipped over after him he felt his grace slowly fly apart, molecules separating inside of him, before pulling back together. For his part, Crowley barely registered the crackle and pop sound that followed, though what did draw his attention was the bright electrical blue light filling Balthazar's eyes. A few seconds later it dimmed down and bled out, leaving his normal blue color in its wake. Taking in Crowley's appearance beneath him, Balthazar smiled. He looked thoroughly debauched and he relished in the thought that it was all because of him.

He rolled off of Crowley and onto the other side of the large bed, savoring the coolness of the sheets against his sweaty skin. Looking over a few minutes later, the angel snickered, Crowley was out cold.

'Definitely a power-bottom', Balthazar mused to himself before he dozed off.

Author's note: I didn't realize how much I wanted to see Cas with a penguin until now. So I remedied that. XD